







Saturday, October 27, 2007
Family
Me: good morning
Him: hey
Me: am almost dead already
Me: made crepes for breakfast and the kids were so excited
Me: and now they have Monopoly open, are trying to learn, and want me to teach them
Me: so I tried explaining mortgages rent and property values to them
Me: and then Daphne went away crying because she’s not 8 ("Ages 8 to adult")
Me: Instead they play their own version where they each have their own color house, making it limited to two players in their world
Me: and they charge the full value of the property as rent every time someone lands there
Me: little extortionists
Him: sounds good
Me: So I just hunkered down and explain the game, and noted that it was very complex and takes a long time to play even for grownups
Him: I loved the idea of monopoly as a kid, but the length of the game was a bit much
Me: and that I had just gotten up, made a terrific breakfast for everyone with a mess to match, and now i have to wash all the dishes, empty the dishwasher, load it up again, fold two baskets of laundry and do four more loads
Him: you sound better
Him: are you feeling better?
Me: all with a pounding headache that’s making me want to crawl under my mattress so please do not ask me to play monopoly
Me: no
Me: not at all
Me: and I have to get Logan to practice at 10:30 for his 11 game
Him: I was just about to suggest a monopoly death match
Me: it would be a death match if I were involved
Me: and there is a party tonight 5-8 with like a hundred people already RSVPd
Him: why don’t you call Gil to find out when he’s coming home
Me: sure I’ll call him at 9 on a Saturday morning in Vegas
Me: you didn’t even know your name at that time of the morning
Him: yeah bad time, I guess you could have done that yesterday
Me: i did
Me: and sent email
Him: f’n gil!
Me: and I have to go feed the dog
Me: forgot about her until yesterday at lunchtime, and again last night
Me: oops
Me: but we have to feed her this morning
Him: yes, that would be the humane thing to do
Me: this is going to be my sat morning post
Him: our IM?
Me: “How i did not kill the elderly dog”
Him: yes, evidence is always a good idea
Me: Dylan said he loved me more than getting covered in candy, so I said prove it
Me: omg you should see his costume
Him: I was going to say I would like to see him prove it
Me: it’s a flack vest, basically
Him: tank engine
Me: with a pouch in the front that goes from his chin to his waist
Him: sounds perfect
Me: so the entire front of the costume is a candy bag
Me: and he has a bucket to boot
Me: and the cap is too small but I can’t tell him
Him: he got over the, “this is too young a costume” behind “I WANT CANDY!”
Him: a lot of candy
Me: yes I didn’t tell him the upper age limit was six
Him: he can use the hat as the overflow bag
Me: but he’s already calculating his future wealth as projected by the capacity of his costume
Him: well then it’s age appropriate
Me: screw the age limit
Me: my coffee isn’t cold at least but I’m gulping it before I go find the dayquill
Him: the whole point of Halloween is to dress up any way—I don’t think age is a concern
Me: i may wear the martini if we end up going tonight
Me: i don’t know these people - fuck it
Him: I will call you in a bit
Him: ily
Me: k
Me: xx
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